3:17am || Brad Simpson

Chapter Four

        I apoligize for being MIA for the last 2 months. I promise the story will get better, I have to introduce the characters and the story before it gets drama-filled. And, I'm not from the UK so I'm trying my best to incorporate their slang, and how they do things over there. I am from the United States, so it's a little hard. But here is chapter four!

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His body was pressed up against mine in the sea of drunken young adults. I looked up at his face; a playful smirk was rested on his lips- but his eyes were softly shut. There was something about him that was different. Not his overconfidence or his good looks, there was something that was mysterious; intriguing almost. His eyes flashed open the moment I was being pulled out of his firm grasp. I didn’t look to see who was pulling me away, or even wonder. I stared into his deep brown eyes that were laced with worry but not enough to ruin his ‘cool guy’ impression. Within a couple moments, I was no where near him. I looked in front of me to see Lacey. She turned around, not looking at me but searching for someone.

 

“Lacey!” I called, she didn’t hear. We were now standing on the porch of the frat house we were in seconds ago.

 

“Hey, I’m sorry for taking you away but it was an emergency.” She spilled out quickly.

 

“Which was?” I questioned. I wasn’t mad; I was actually kind of relieved to be away from Brad.

 

“I saw my ex. Let’s just say, things didn’t end too well and I didn’t want to deal with his bullshit tonight.” She said. I nodded at her knowingly. “So.. Brad?” She smirked.

 

“You know him too?”

 

“He’s James’ friend. The one I was telling you about.” We began walking to my car. “Did I cock block you?” She tried to mask a laugh.

 

“Oh god, no. Thank you actually for getting me away from him. He grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go. Kind of weird, to be honest.” I opened the door and sat in the driver seat.

 

“He’s really courageous. He’ll do anything he can to impress a girl. Just how he is.”

 

“How do you know all this?” I curiously asked.

 

“My friend went to uni with me last year had a fling with Brad. She told me pretty much everything. She was really into him but he told her he doesn’t like relationships, just flings and one night stands.” She was clicking in her seatbelt.

 

“Where is she now?”

 

“She transferred to University of San Diego. Wanted a fresh start, I guess.” She sighed. “But Brad, he’s a good guy he just isn’t one to stick with relationships.” Lacey started switching through radio stations trying to find something decent.

 

“What year is he in?” I focused on the road; I wasn’t drunk, a buzz in my bloodstream. But my mind was clouded.

 

“He’s in his 3rd year. So he’s a junior.” I stopped asking questions and hummed to the song playing through my car speakers. Once we got back to my flat, Lacey and I hugged goodbye and she got in her car. It was only 10:47 PM, when I assumed to get back at 1 in the morning. I took a shower and ordered a pizza for myself and put on a random movie that was playing on the TV. Soon after, I made my way to my room and drifted to sleep.

Girls by The 1975 blared through my phone’s speakers; my alarm. I did my everyday makeup and left my hair natural which was a soft beach wave. I threw on a short, black flowy dress with the whole back open. It was edgy but not too revealing for school.

 

I had one class left and I could go home. I was walking to the second building until a voice trailed behind me.

 

“Hey no name.” He walked up next to me. Brad. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a button up flannel with almost none of the buttons together. The familiar smug look was on his face.

 

“Kind of weird you knew it was me from the back.” I was still walking, picking up my pace.

 

“I have a talent, I guess.” He kept up with me.

 

“That’d be a first.” I could hear him laugh lightly. I looked over at him and at his unbuttoned shirt. “You know the whole point of a button up is to, button it up.” I challenged him.

 

“I don’t play by the rules, sweetheart.” He smiled. I was nearing the building opening the door. “You never told me your name.” I turned around and looked at him.

 

“It’s Logan.”

It was only 2:30 and I was now being pressured into going to a gig with James and his friends.

 

“How many times do I have to turn down the offer for you to not ask me again?” I replied to his text trying to convince me to go.

 

“Come on, Logan. You can meet Tristan, Brad, and Connor. We just want to hang out. It’ll be fun. Don’t you like music?” I sighed.

“Whatever you win, pick me up at 8.” I sent him another text with my address and my room number. I decided against telling him I already met Brad, just to not burst his bubble.

 

I took a little nap just incase I was out late, and I didn’t want to be tired. I put on the same dress I had one earlier but I just threw a denim jacket over it. It was close to 8:30 PM, and there was finally a ring at the door.

Brad’s body was rested against the door frame, “Hey.”